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Welcome

There are some who call me… Tim? Pronouns they/them. Former astrophysicist, current poet and storyteller, perpetual weirdo.

I intend to follow Mary Oliver’s Instructions for living a life:
1. Pay attention.
2. Be astonished.
3. Tell about it.

You are invited to follow along on my poetic life journey. This web page is mostly a blog where I irregularly share my poetry, recaps of adventures and general musings. For the most part I write in English, but occasional Swedish may occur. It’s been alive for 14 years and counting, although (like me) it has gone through some shape-shifting along the way.

For the latest posts, scroll down on this page. If you’re looking for a specific topic or post, you can find a search box and a tag cloud in the sidebar on this page.

If you’re curious about other pieces of art or science I’ve scattered across the internet, do take a look at my list of creations.

Well met, until our paths cross in Cyberspace or Meatspace. (Meatspace is my favourite, really. Hope to smell and touch you at some point.)

  • This new year

    Right then. So the Earth has once again passed that arbitrary point in its orbit which we define as the beginning and the end of a year. The entire event went by without much celebration on my part, since some abstract entity or other saw it fit that I should…

  • A new home

    So. I have a home. It’s one of those excellent luxuries too often taken for granted. After five months of homelessness I finally have one, and I thoroughly enjoy it. That, and the peace of mind that comes with not having to stress about where to spend the night every…

  • Voice of Treason

    Inside the ghost of love is laughing It mocks the footsteps where I go It tells me nothing has been lost It whispers, “You’ve seen darkness before.” In time the hurting will subside And longing is overthrown What’s left is a void that grows inside And the echo of a…

  • Some awesome music

    Yaay, music! I went to a concert yesterday. Tesseract and Animals As Leaders. Both bands I hadn’t heard of a month ago, and now I can’t stop listening to them. So much energy! Apparently there’s this heavy metal subgenre called ‘djent’. As in the sound guitars make when bending the…

  • Recipe: Fake risotto

    I signed up for VeganMoFo this year. Still I haven’t written a single food-related post during September. I’m sorry! Time got tighter than I’d expected, and I chose to prioritise differently. As a tiny attempt to compensation, here’s a super-simple recipe of my own making. I have even served it…

  • Isolated incidents

    Everything that happens is devoid of context Independent Isolated incidents But everything happens for a reason And that reason is you You, at the age of reason Responsible Not for thoughts and feelings But for your actions Everything is either wrong or right True or false The world is black…

  • My mind has no sex

    I work at a planetarium. In my job I get a lot of questions, from children and adults, that I’m supposed to answer to the best of my ability. Questions about stars, planets, galaxies, and the Universe in general. But the hardest question, one which I get from time to…

  • Mitt sinne har inget kön

    Jag jobbar på ett planetarium. I mitt jobb får jag massor av frågor, från barn och vuxna, som det är tänkt att jag skall svara på utefter bästa förmåga. Frågor om stjärnor, planeter, galaxer, och Universum i allmänhet. Men den svåraste frågan, en som jag får då och då, har…

  • Where the heart is

    Back in Sweden. Everything is the same, but I’m different. A year of mostly travelling has changed me. Not to mention the way I see the world. It feels smaller and friendlier, now that I’ve circumnavigated it. This ground is familiar, but the sky feels strange now that I know…